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| - :[Hayley tries to convince Steve of the perks associated with making fake IDs for herself and her friends]
:Hayley: Alright, he'll do your IDs, but first he's got to do his day job. He's a licensed Federal Boobie Inspector.
:[Steve pulls out his fake ID as a licensed Federal Boobie Inspector]
:Steve: Ladies.
:[Hayley's friends shrug their shoulders and lift their tops for Steve. Steve smiles for a moment and then pauses before addressing Hayley]
:Steve: I'm taking on a lot of risk here. Do you mind asking them to jump up and down?
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:[Bart Simpson orders a fake ID]
:Steve: Mike Rotch? I'm looking for Mike Rotch?
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:Klaus: So who's Guttenberg? Are you any closer?
:Stan: Yes. He's a teenager, probably working with a sibling, but not a brother. He's from a two-parent home. Father is driven, but stunningly dim. Mother is all over the map, but hot. And there's something sexually ambiguous living in his attic.
:Klaus: Yeah, those are the cold facts of his life, tell me about the man. Put it on the board, I'm a visual thinker.
:Stan: Okay. He's smart [writes 'smart' on the whiteboard], he's tricky [writes 'tricky'], he's energetic [writes 'energetic], he's very energetic [puts 'very' above 'energetic'. The first letters of every word spells out 'Steve'] See, nothing!
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:Hayley: Hey, buddy.
:Steve: It's called "Fortress of Solitude", not "Fortress of Come-on-In".
:Hayley: Oh right. Star Trek Wars...[pretends to shoot guns with her fingers]
:Steve: I can't even... first of all... you're not... Ah! What do you want?
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